Thursday, April 12, 2007

A cowboy, who is visiting Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar andorders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking asip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to thebar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goesflat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at atime."

The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is inArizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas ,we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we dranktogether. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one formyself."

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the sameway. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars takenotice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the secondround, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but Iwanted to offer my condolences on your loss."

The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then alight dawns in his eyes and he laughs.

"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wifeand I joined a church and I had to quit drinking."